We've arrived. It's here. Where exactly did the last year go?
Twenty-eleven. A new decade. A new year... gahhh.
Expanded blogging friendships via snail mail.
Helped plan Seattle trip 2011.
Danced for a professional modern dance company.
Given a very difficult "just friends" speech.
Been so proud of my little brother's accomplishments I cried.
Adopted a fourteen year-old as my long lost sister of John Green loving awesomeness.
Bough my first pack of American Spirits.
Never smoked them and had them go bad...
Solidified my decision as to what tattoos I'm getting once I get over the needle thing.
Read so many wonderful books.
Changed my outlook on so much of life.
Started my own music review blog.
Posted a bit on it.
Discovered yoga, and rather want to study to teach it.
Discovered that my intolerance for dairy all these years was in fact... drumroll please... lactose intolerance. I can be a tad slow sometimes.
Gave in and got a new tumblr.
Skyped with Shelby.
Baked more often.
And just had and all around life affirming year.
A few years ago I made a blog post about new years resolutions. About how I don't really believe in them. How I see promises as things that should only be made if one is positive they can follow through on them, and since positivity is an illusion promises should not be made.
I was a bit of a pessimist at sixteen. Three years can change a lot. New years day three years ago I probably would have shuddered to think that I could make promises, I had a fear of letting people down. Maybe it's because I'd been let down, but that's beside the point. Life has to go on, you can't shut yourself off from the world 'cause it's given you a bad day.
So this year I'm making resolutions, yeah I probably won't be able to keep them all, but I'm going to try my hardest, and in reality that is what promises are all about. It's one thing if you promise something with no intention of ever keeping your word, that's horrible. But a real promise, whether kept, or unfortunately unkept, is marked by the heart, effort, and love you put into it. And part of three years older, slightly wiser self says that that is all that matters. Hell, it's better. That way you actually try. Instead of writing it all off before it's even begun. How sad, how hopeless and unrealistic.
Get started on getting my yoga teaching certification.
Eventually become pescatarian.
Be a tad less shy.
Stop drinking coffee (again).
Embrace me. With all my imperfections and insecurities. Stop the selfconsciousness.
Figure out what I'm majoring in already.
Write again. I miss my little short fictions.
Cook and bake more.
Finally open my etsy shop.
listening: hometown glory-adele. reading: it's kind of a funny story-ned vizini. watching: bbc hamlet-with david tennant.